Before the Divisions

Go back to the place

you were before you

gathered images and inklings.

Return to the you

that was before

the divisions

of learning took place.

Enter the underground stream

from which everything

flows into separateness

but do not

come back.

Once you stop swimming

between the two worlds

and just let go,

you will have brought the two

together as one.

Once you allow

that which is within you

to come out and save you,

quick, jump in

and drown in the oneness.

That will be your

awakening. On that day

you will have been

born again.

That Central Thing; or, A Philosophy of the Nautilus

What is it
that passes through
the chambers
of the Nautilus;

what holds it all
as one and brings
the "each and every"
into the disparate

compartments of being.

Is it a membrane
or an ethereal soul
that joins the
"each and every"
of the portions of
the one.

The first is held by
the last and the
middle is fed by the
beginning and the end.

Its very local-nature
is non-local by design;
the "this" is held by the "that"
and the other by the
"that" as well.

It is an icon of
the "I and Thou"
wrapped up in a shell.

What is it

that passes through

the chambers

of the Nautilus;

and like our own

being, is it a fleshy chord

that ties the whole 

thing into oneness 

or a specter - a spirit -

that gives the thing

its core - its life.

Or, is that membrane

soul.  Is that strand

a lifeline outside the shell

into the ALL of our very

breath. 

This tiny shell

a part of the whole.

The membrane a 

simple stairway to 

heaven.

Or, is a shell

a shell, and I have

simply had

too much espresso.

Ciao!

tjm+

Quasar-Heart

In the darkness
over the surface of the lake
comes the stillness
of the warm breath
of all eternity -

the deafening silence
and the reverberating
motionlessness of

the quasar
and

imploding star.

It is in me,
in my core,

and I am
unable to
move beyond
a simple
oneness with

His handiwork.
Turning in its
presence

from a complex
separation
into a simple
awareness
of what is.

Oneness.

Ciao!

TJM+

link to photo

One Sound

One sound
simple
soft and subtle

can take our heart
into unknown lands.

A bird

calling from its
perch in the
tree

over head
can cause a
turn in

the glance

and seeing
the eyes
of the
tufted
feathered
fowl

drops the
feeling

into the heart
and
you are gone

wrapped in awe,
in wonder,

in radical
amazement.

The fear
that is in
a grain of sand

and a handful
of dust

tips the world
into a rhythmic
dance

the dance
of oneness.

______

Ciao!

+Tom